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"Are you... all right this morning?" Qing He pretended to ask casually.

She paused and replied, "It's all right, it's just a little uncomfortable."

"The temperature has indeed dropped very quickly recently." Qinghe opened the lid of the lunch box, and a burst of vegetable aroma wafted into his nostrils, "I also have a bit of a cold."

It fell into silence again.

The two of them stood for a long time. After a long time, Qinghe finished the lunch box, and she had an apple core in her hand.Ahead of them is a busy city.They stood in silence above the din.There are light clouds floating in the sky.There is the sound of car horns in the distance.The two breathed in silence."I already have someone I like," she said.

Her back is silent and graceful.

There is no more beautiful silence than this.

For a long time, he softly said "oh" to the air whose back was gone.

6.

Some feelings cannot be killed, the more you try to kill it, the more vigorous it will live.For those feelings that cannot be killed, you can only pour them glass after glass of wine, and when they get drunk, crazy, or make a fuss, they can fall asleep.

Qinghe understood what she said.

Both of them are ice and snow smart people.

But before he could digest it, he suddenly heard the news that she was going to transfer to another school.Another school paid a large sum of money to poach her away.The head teacher said indignantly in the class meeting: "The school has worked hard to train her to be an excellent student. She chose to abandon her alma mater for some money. She is really snobbish!"

The students below didn't have much intention to agree, but whispered enviously: "If a school pays to dig me out, I will leave too." The head teacher Ren was spitting on the podium alone, and the discussion below gradually grow up.Qinghe listened to the voices around him, and sneered secretly in his heart, it seems that people always have a nature, they will destroy what they can't get, and hurt what they can't keep.

7.

Qinghe is a witness to the changes in this southern city.The low buildings were knocked down one by one, and the tall buildings were built one after another. Qinghe probably understood that people always climb to higher places.But what is incomprehensible is that in low buildings, people always greet each other warmly; in tall buildings, people always greet each other indifferently.Later, Qinghe attributed this change to the environment changing people.Later, he gained a new understanding that people are changing the environment, and the environment is also changing people. In this mutual change, they are all changed, and they accept the change willingly.

In ancient times, family blood was the threshold of marriage.Finally, the superstition was broken, and love was freed. When people shouted long live love, new thresholds appeared unknowingly: money and status.If the former is an external imposition, then the latter is the standard set by oneself, and likewise, it has become the consensus of most people.

Qinghe didn't know where he got so many thoughts.

It's just that sometimes, some people can't adapt to such a big change around them.After she left for a long time, he began to think about what the threshold between him and her was. He often saw boys riding a bicycle and taking girls home, sweet and enviable, but he was rejected before knocking on the door.

The mother gradually began to complain: "Your father goes out to socialize every day, and he doesn't come back in the middle of the night. It's really worrying!" Qinghe still remembers that his mother once said to his grandmother: "He is very good. He works hard to make money outside every day. He is also very considerate to his family..." After a long time, things changed.In the early morning of that day, he came back from a morning run outside, went up to the second floor, and suddenly heard a dialogue from the third floor.

"Qinghe's mother is really lucky, her husband can make money, and her son is obedient, tsk tsk..."

"Come on, let me tell you, this man will change as soon as he has money. Didn't he see his husband very rarely recently? Maybe he has already raised three or four outside!"

The two women walked downstairs while talking, and suddenly saw Qinghe standing on the second floor, blushed, stopped in a hurry, and hurried past him and walked down.

Qinghe stood there for a while, pretending not to hear, let out a sigh of relief, and continued to go upstairs, but saw his mother on the fourth floor who was about to go out to buy vegetables.

Seeing her sweating son, she said, "Go back to the house and wash it off, it stinks to death!" She said so, but she didn't avoid it a bit.Qinghe nodded, and said: "I want to eat steamed pork ribs at noon." Mother nodded with a smile.With his back turned to his mother, Qinghe let out a sigh of relief.Looking back, with the clear smile that only a good student had on his face, he said, "Then I'll go in first."

While my mother was cooking, my father suddenly came back from the company without any advance notice.He looked tired, but after seeing his son, he still showed a gentle smile.Qinghe turned his back to the soft sunlight coming in from the window, and smiled at his father, like a soft feather, sweeping over his father's heart that had been straight for more than ten years.The mother didn't cook enough, so she went to order some dumplings that had been made before, and greeted the father and son with smiles. The bright and peaceful afternoon sun rested on the mother's smile, and the food was steaming.

After eating, Qinghe took the initiative to put the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen.

When he finished washing the dishes and was about to walk out of the kitchen, he suddenly heard the small voices of his parents talking outside.

He peeked over secretly, and his father held his mother's shoulders and said, "The company is very busy these days, thank you for your hard work."

Mother smiled and patted father's hand, and said, "I'm an old couple, what are you talking about!"

Qinghe couldn't help laughing warmly, smiling, tears of joy or sadness flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Or neither, but he simply wanted to shed a tear in his heart.

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After reading the script, Su Lekai felt a burst of warmth.

There is a word called little luck, and Su Lekai felt such a little luck.

This story is actually not complicated, it is a very warm story about the growth of teenagers.

Su Lekai thought to himself, at his own age, if two years passed, he would not be able to play such a young man.

The wind was blowing in from the window, and it was cool and refreshing. He turned his head to look, only to realize that he had already entered the mountain at some point, and the shade was as thick as a cover, and the wind was as cool as jade.

The wind flipped the book in his hand, page by page, with a clattering sound.

Su Lekai pressed the tablet against the cover, and at this moment, the screen went black.

He leaned on the chair, looked at the sunset that was gradually setting in the distance, and looked back at Yang Bole, only to see that Yang Bole had fallen asleep at some point.